6.5 Hugo & Co, 48, Rue Monge in the 5th, 09.53.92.62.77, closed weekends (Metro: Cardinal Lemoine) is the 3rd Tomy Gosset establishment I've frequented since he arrived in Paris. It's got a bit of funk and punk and a fair dose of soul.
There were four of us and we started off sharing the first-listed dishes marked as to be shared: al dente white asparagus with mimosa vinaigrette and chervil, Iberique sausage with cut up black olives and foie gras on toast with a pear/pepper confiture (I thought it was chutney but so?) In the midst of eating the only woman present said "I cannot decide which is better" high praise from her, indeed.
Then for mains, my kick by the side had the joue de boeuf with crusty parsnip, she had the pork with a curry sauce (which I liked not at all) topped with a bio egg, and the other two of us had what was called merlu fish & chips, albeit warned that the chips were not potato but veggies (not pictured). Here I felt Tomy and his son Hugo (whom I had met as a babe) fell down.
But the desserts redeemed the meal: ice with gariguette strawberries and tapioca cream, a fromage blanc tart with rhubarb ice a fine rice pudding (unpictured), and tiny madeleines with lemon curd (offered).
The bill, ah the bill, as I promised a cherished contributor to eGullet. Well the bill was a lot. But not dissembling, were Colette and I to come, with one bottle of wine, no bottled water but 2 coffees, I come out at 108 E dB's were hefty = 81 dB.
Go? I gotta be true to you and myself, I'd rather go to Tomy & Co.
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